Memory Log

Desperate to be restrained Inconsequential contour Light a gaslight and reassure me Counting the days till we meet again Moving away from each other The empty sight of my hands Fingers are bruised by debris Holding on a thought and let it slip away Behind the horizon While the wind Bring your name backwards Unsung your silent remain Drowsing into thin air Creeping inside our bones When we fall back into sleep And centuries beneath us Laid up inside Unwind and rephrase it Melancholically precious to me This rusted mechanism How could not fail this time While the wind Sigh your name backwards Unsung your silent remain Drowsing into thin air The wind speaks slowly Of unsung and forgotten worlds Their silent remains Sinking eternally